The other day I was in an empty pub having a quiet beer by myself. The door opened and in walked the most stunning woman I've ever laid eyes on. 5'11'' tall, piercing blue eyes, silky raven hair, an hourglass figure barely covered by the shortest of miniskirts and a flimsy cotton top. I could see she was not wearing a bra and her incredibly firm breasts were on show.
After watching her walk in, I turned back to my beer. No sooner had I taken a sip when I turned to see her pulling a bar stool up close to me and sitting down.
She said “Hi”, and I said “Hi” in return. She asked how I was and took my hand and placed it on her perfect inner thigh, rubbing it up and down.
“Is that nice?” she asked.
“I'll bet you feel good”, she continued. “In fact, I'll bet you've never felt this good before.”
“Well actually, I have”, I corrected her. “You see, when I was 18, I was picked to play for the school 1st. XV in the Daily Mail Cup Final at Twickenham in front of a crowd of about 10,000 and I must confess, that felt really rather good.”
I immediately felt a bit pathetic saying that and thought she would get up and go but she took my hand off her thigh and put it up the front of her top. Her firm nipple pushed into my palm as she massaged my hand into her pert, perfect breast.
“How do you feel now”, she purred softly.
“OK”, I replied.
Again, she said, “I'll bet you do. In fact, I'll bet you've never felt ‘THIS’ good before!”
Unbelievably I heard myself saying, “Well, actually I have. In that game, we were down by six points with about 20 seconds left in the match. The opposition kicked the ball deep into our half of the field, where I caught it. I ran up field, side-stepping past the first few defenders, handed off a couple of would-be tacklers, burst through a few forwards, chipped over their fullback, re-gathered and scored a Try right under the posts with about 2 or 3 seconds 'till full time. We were still behind by one point, but I had a simple kick at goal with which to win the match and........ “
“Ahhh....”, she growled between clenched teeth, more than a bit miffed, pulled my hand from under her top and thrust it down the front of her skirt. My fingers immediately met what felt like a wisp of soft cotton and her fanny was as wet as an otter’s pocket.
She snapped, “Well, tell me this, smart arse, have you ever felt a cunt like this before?”
“I certainly have”, I answered. “I missed the kick.”